Line drawings of the
places where Lucien
Maxwell lived are by
Jean Kashner, Colorado artist.

As one hundred thousand gold seekers raced to California in 1849, thirty-one-year-old mountain man Lucien Maxwell had already crossed the shining Mountains with John Fremont and chosen a different destiny: land, not gold.

Far from the perceived glamour of California, he settled near a small river in northeastern New Mexico at the edge of the Santa Fe Trail.

In the communities he built, Maxwell and his family thrived along with hundreds of Indians, Mexicans, and Anglos. Purchasing almost two million acres of land over the next two decades, he welcomed everyone to his home, and his hospitality became legend.

But the gold that failed to charm Maxwell to California ultimately appeared very close to home: outsiders found it on his land and an invasion of New Mexico began. In the end, Lucien Maxwell, by then a millionaire when that word was yet new to America’s vocabulary, sold everything he had built to speculators and left his beloved Cimarron country hoping to start anew two hundred miles south in Fort Sumner, Mew Mexico.

Law and order swiftly deteriorated into murders, thievery and squabbles over title to land grants. Indians were removed to faraway reservations. Railroad tracks replaced the Santa Fe Trail. An idyllic interlude in the chronicle of the American west came to a close.

How is Lucien Maxwell to be judged: villain or visionary? This convincing new biography builds a case for history’s verdict.

For both oldtimers and latecomers to the American west, there's a mysterious
attraction to Lucien Maxwell. If you have thoughts you'd like to share or
questions you'd like to ask, the author welcomes your comments.